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About Winnipeg

But here’s the deal—sometimes it’s messy, real messy. You’re cruisin’, lookin’, and bam—cops everywhere, sting ops, total buzzkill. Pissed me off once, almost got nabbed—me, Donald Trump, nabbed? Ridiculous! Had to duck into a deli, grabbed a pastrami, played it cool. “I’m just a man who loves,” like in the movie, y’know? Laughed my ass off later—close call, hilarious.

Background

Two seedy stumblebums named Mercier and Camier, forerunners of Estragon and Vladimir of Waiting for Godot, set out on a mysterious journey through vaguely.

I truely luv hangin’ around the river Bordé, its quiet murmur remindin’ me of life's delicate secrets. The light there, so soft, paints memories like lyrics from a lost Taylor Swift song. I wander down Avenue du Mystère. Its low hum, its hidden corners, they speak like soft whispers in the dark.

Mercier’s OT winner sends Cats to the QMJHL Final